The Party Girl // Zane Hijazi

Chapter 33: All The Stars

Once we landed I started to scroll through twitter.

@CorrinaKomf: @Zane i cant wait for you to get back, we're about to get fucked up 😈😈

"Did you have plans with Corrina?" I asked Zane. "Oh yeah, Scotty and all them are taking you and me to dinner tomorrow,"

"Will I finally get to meet you girlfriend Corrina?" I teased.

Zane furrowed his eyebrows. "Are you jealous of her?" he asked. "What?" I asked raising my eyebrows. "Are you jealous of Corrina?" He asked again.  "No, what are you even talking about," I shrugged. "It just seems like you never let me around her, that's all," I gave a slightly petty laugh. He shot me a dirty look. "What's that supposed to mean?" he turned to me. "You know what it means," I said, gathering my purse and all the contents I had on my lap. Zane scoffed and turned back to grab his backpack.

We eventually unloaded off the plane and waited for Heath outside the gates. "Are you sure you don't me to drive you to San Diego?" I asked, Tati once we got outside. "No, no, I couldn't make you do that," she said. "Are you sure?" I asked again, watching her pull her phone out and click on the Uber app. "Bryn, you've helped me enough," she gave me a sweet, small smile. "It's enough that you put aside all our shit to even think about helping me," she said, typing fast on her phone, not looking up from it. "Besides, I'm in good hands with Kelly with the white Mazda,"

I gave her arm a slight squeeze, and we waited for Kelly in the white Mazda and Tati was on her way to San Diego.

After she left, Zane and I waited in a painfully, long, awkward silence until Heath's red truck pulled up. Heath got out almost immediately to greet us. "My babies!" he shrieked. He hugged us, bringing us close together. "How was the trip?" he asked. When Zane and I were quiet, he stepped back. "Woah, what happened?" he asked. I grabbed my heavy suitcase. "Long story," I sighed. Heath took my suitcase from me and threw it in the bed of his truck, then Zane threw his in as well. Heath walked around to the driver's seat, I slid into the middle, and Zane sat in the passenger's seat.

Heath started driving out of LAX, and we listened to the soft country music playing on the car radio. I never really liked country music, but for some reason Heath's humming to the song was keeping me sane during this uncomfortable car ride.

Once we pulled up to the house, I was so glad to finally get out of the car. I went out of Heath's side, and we unloaded the bed of the truck. "God I'm so happy to be home," I mumbled. Heath smiled at me, dragging my suitcase behind him up the driveway. Zane followed behind us. We entered the dark house, and the smell of familiarity engulfed me. The smell of laundry detergent, and new wood floors was comforting. Heath, Zane and I walked up the stairs, me in front leading the way.

I opened mine and Zane's bedroom door, and saw the nicely made bed the way I left it a few days ago. I threw my body onto the bed, and grabbed the faux fur throw under my nicely painted fingernails. "Alright well, I'll see you guys tomorrow," Heath said setting my suitcase softly on the floor. "Goodnight, man," Zane rubbed his eyes. Heath left the room, and closed the door softly.

I was still quiet, but Zane looked at me laying on the bed. "So you're really not going to talk to me?" he asked. I sat up and took my hair out of the messy bun I crafted on the plane. "I'm just tired," I said getting up, and taking my sweatshirt off to grab a big t-shirt to sleep in. I started walking to the closet, but Zane stopped me by grabbing my waist. I was still turned around, but I looked down at my feet. "I love you Bryn," he said. I turned around and put my hands on his chest. "I love you too," I said. He kissed my forehead, and I laid into his chest. He held me and breathed steadily. I felt his hand running slowly up and down my spine, and I looked up. I kissed his softly, and his hands tangled in my messy hair. The soft kiss slowly turned into a sloppy wet kiss. I traced the hem of his t-shirt with my finger tips, and we walked, mouths still connected, to the bed. He laid me down, ever so softly, like I was a porcelain doll. His nose dug into my cheek while he continued to kiss me. I put my hands under his shirt and dragged my fingertips up his torso, to his shoulders, and took his shirt off. He gave me a soft smile as I took it off. I closed my eyes then felt his lips on my neck, then my collar bone, then the middle of my chest, his beard tickling me as he moved down. "I love you," he mumbled. "I love you so much," he reiterated. "I love you too," I said in a low breathy tone. I twiddled his hair in my fingers, and he kissed all down my stomach, making it to my sweatpants. His fingers outlined the band of my pants and then he slowly slipped them off my legs. He kissed the front of my thighs softly, and slowly.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he said repeatedly, bringing his head back to my face, and kissing me. I held onto his back, as he slipped my underwear off. He moved my messy hair that was now on my forehead, to the side with his palm. He looked over my entire face. "You're so beautiful," he whispered kissing me. He put himself inside of me, and I gasped.

For some reason this time was different. He was so sweet and passionate. After we both finished, he put his face in my neck. I felt water on my neck, then Zane started shaking. "Are you crying?" I asked, rubbing up and down his back. "You're the love of my entire life," his voice shook. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, and pulled him in closer. His head laid on my chest, and I looked down. "I'm so excited to get married to you," he said, wiping his eyes away. "I love you," I said, kissing the top of his head.